chapter 22(3)

“Dad said Dominic was a better man than he gave him credit for, that his father died for someone.” Mom nods her head. Kora and I have wrestled with it all afternoon until I went back through my text messages, finding the first one Kyan ever sent me and it suddenly made sense. “It was me, wasn’t it? Dominic died to save me,” I breathe. I want to bring my hand to my chest and rub it as my heart squeezes. “It’s not your fault, Marabella, you didn’t kill him. He chose to save you; he knew you were Kyan’s mate. Dominic knew from the first time he met you that you would both be mates,” she sighs. “Is that why her mate hates her?” Eziah asks, and I look at the carpet beneath me. I know some part of him would hate me for being the reason why his father is dead. No wonder he really does hate me. I can’t blame him… It is because of me he lost his father. “Kyan doesn’t hate her; you can’t hate your bonded,” Mom reprimands Eziah. I snort. That is obviously a lie because Kyan sure as hell hates me.